Not jolly perhaps, but when someone makes a special seasonal arrangement for you, you treasure it. My daughter-in-law spent time in organising a wonderful advents ornament and gathered the twigs and pine cones to arange with a candle in the middle.
Jolly is an adjective that I associate with Santa. He no longer visits me, because he is not here for me but for the kids. I remember the jolly santa in the big London stores. He always had a grotto and if they had the money, the store would also engage a Mr. Holly, as an assistant although that guy never really featured, he was just an invention of the store to make it all, well jolly.
In Switzerland you get the Sami Klaus that arrives with a list of your good and bad deeds. His assitant is the “Schmutzli”, dressed in a brown coat, who carries a bundle of twigs tied together to punish the kids that have been bad. That is probably the Swiss version of the “me too” which seems to be the fashion at the moment.
We did not really get a “ho, ho, ho” type of santa in London. As I got older and realised that it was all part of the Christmas show, I just saw a tired old man with a red face and an overweight stomach, dressed in red with a beard. He actually put kids on his lap (oh horror!) and whispered in their ear, like he did with me when I was younger. Unforgettable when I visited Santa, sitting comfortably and he asked me what I would like for Christmas. I was under the impression that you told Santa your heart’s desires, so in my childhood innocence I did tell him that I wanted a baby brother.
He cast a look in my mother’s direction, who was standing very near to me waiting to pounce in case my contact got too close with Santa, and he told me “not this year”. Eveyone sort of laughed, mum least of all. I changed my wish to something more tangible like a railway train probably. I never did dolls, found them silly. Today the santa clause has to be careful. No more sitting on his friendly lap and having whispers in your ear, he could get arrested for a “me too” imitation. The Jolliness has now gone out of the Christmas.
Of course “me too” is not so jolly, but it really never happened to me. Did I miss something somewhere?